The human body is so frail, isn't it? So soft and vulnerable, yet strong and resistant An interwoven machine of flesh and skin covering the skeleton of bones, with a wired mess of veins and arteries. A brain that can compute hundreds of thousands of things and comprehend limitless knowledge. The mind to access a greater plain and manifest their own deep emotions. The ability to create anything. The freedom to express oneself and show your true colors. However, the human body has one critical weakness. Disease. Plague. Famine. Death. So easily fallen to a simple infection. So easily killed by mere coughing. Their bodies torn asunder by a disease incurable. A single bite is all it takes. Lycanthropy. Bones malformed and flesh stretched and scarred into an almost inhuman screaming wretch. Half man, half beast. Rabid and relentless. Hungry and horrifying. They live with this curse, this disease. A mind still working but a body that only desires to maul. Death defying, Nature defying, Living and dying simultaneously. The only death that can befall an infected human is to rend it apart with a manifested weapon of Mindspace. To tear apart the physical with the metaphysical. But is that the end for the infected? Is there disorder in paradise, too?
